DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Given that Zavien wasn’t a citizen of his region, Deimos didn’t feel wholly inclined to grant every detail of Halo’s plans and developments. Especially after the latest excursions within the Tundra. Vagueness was the only thing he could assure in these moments, uncertain of just how many or who lurked nearby. He preferred to keep his cards close to his chest anyway; careful, composed, furtive, when it was all deemed necessary. In this day and age, sometimes secrets were the only things they had left, that couldn’t be pulled over to the void or the Family’s reaches.
Deimos went to his pockets to grant the unicorn a treat for yet another healing, and the mare happily munched on the contents while Zavien described his own current motivations. Stormbreak didn’t seem safe at all – it was why the Sword never lingered there long and preferred avoidance. “I know that it is your duty to protect Stormbreak,” he tilted his head, framing it as best he could. “But everyone needs an opportunity to find respite. Whether that is in your home or not.” A shrug of his shoulders followed; for the Warden didn’t follow the path of relaxation and rest very often either, but then again, he wasn’t in Zavien’s shoes.
An increase in infection and infestation took away any indentations of a smile, with another sigh to follow. “And apparently mending these people leads to more ire.” He wouldn’t need to wave his hand in the direction of the Tundra; the Dragoon had experienced enough.
Deimos went to his pockets to grant the unicorn a treat for yet another healing, and the mare happily munched on the contents while Zavien described his own current motivations. Stormbreak didn’t seem safe at all – it was why the Sword never lingered there long and preferred avoidance. “I know that it is your duty to protect Stormbreak,” he tilted his head, framing it as best he could. “But everyone needs an opportunity to find respite. Whether that is in your home or not.” A shrug of his shoulders followed; for the Warden didn’t follow the path of relaxation and rest very often either, but then again, he wasn’t in Zavien’s shoes.
An increase in infection and infestation took away any indentations of a smile, with another sigh to follow. “And apparently mending these people leads to more ire.” He wouldn’t need to wave his hand in the direction of the Tundra; the Dragoon had experienced enough.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
